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not?
Y'all are gone when I monologue
You cannot stop, I see a chance I shoot my shot
(Huh!)

Just thinking 'bout life and all I've done
Pres'

Huh, huh, walk around I feel like a champ
I got marks on the road, watch me go hit a ramp
And Cole Myer a jew so he walkin' into camp
I put the fire

and gave his ass cancer
Nina loves folding opps like laundry wit no hamper

Get your pape then get the fuck out the way it's not complicated
Told my young

My voice will wake you up in cold sweats
In dead of night
Feel the sickness enter
When you get the venomous bite
I drip syllables of icy fuckin rot

yeah
Shawty pre-roll when I go to get lit, yeah

What you talking bout
Spewing all that stupid shit
I ain't got no problem with you
But you out here

bitch she flawless, she get flawless rings
She put on Fenty not Maybelliene
She goin' crazy, no Charlie Sheen
I might not be loyal to you, but be loyal

shitty ass plastic back window
Finna lay away some bread and get a carbon fiber top
Cuz right now she hella raggedy, be lookin' like a mop
But bet by next

Better Flow and wordplay
Get rack and get played
Made of dough I'm bready
On your marks get ready
Nigga I'm way to steady
Got a feature in 8th grade
From

guy he a son of a gun
Bitch i ain done i only juh begun
Feelin like drake wen he came out tha six
Touchdown wit det blick i juh caught me a pic
Get six

hind
Our sight is on the prize and like some gears, we grind
So we go and get set
By the light and let it spark, make our mark
No joke
No kidding
Play

sayin
Couldn't stop for death, death stopped for me
I know I don't got no Grammys yet
But when the tide hits
Sittin by ur bed, watching MTV
While im out

These niggas tremble when they get a call
Bitch baby mama preachin em' these laws 
How to abide by 
Situational baba 
Nigga own yo shit instead of sayin

know me 
This shit can get ugly yeah 
Just like me 
We can do it just like Nike 
Excuse my language bitch
But fuck you
I been working out 
Building

Won't get a charge don't act like your large
Every night I sit by the fire pit 
Thinkin bout how one day I'll be causing mosh pits
Every song I drop

crazy, parented by sweet disease
They all doubt but the mania believes in me
Its polar opposite I meet so frequently
And in his stranglehold I breathe less

a plenty
Your lyrics no realer than counterfeit twenties
I'm livin my life through good bad and ugly
I did it myself what can you take from me
I aint slept

of mind
I realise that I can't trust em much as far as I can throw
Deep end pull deeper let me know
Uhhh
Shallow as fuck and I know
Uhh
Tryna get by on my

Juice""
She want her tongue fi get scratch up by di fruit
No me anu 6 but she wah fi know di root
Some a say me ugly nuff a dem a say me cute
Chanel bleu

tool 
We not friends no we not bool 
Shifting off packs in my school
I kept a cig by my rule 

Broke boy smoking that Juul 
Broke boy smoking that Juul

the camera got me on my sensitive side
I'm only driving right now to put emotion aside
But you can tell by the song ain't no hope in my eyes

There wasn't hope

of working fuck a 9-5
Made it out the jungle nigga I survived
I want it all I need it all
I want it all I need it all
In my city it’s 2 options get a 9-5 or go

lately
That this world is like a battlefield

Like a domino effect
Bad things happening one after the next
Can I get a break
Can I not think of my mistakes

Pacino
Fly by the seat of my chinos
We tryna stroll off the beaten camino
Everybody always been asleep on the stilo
And these small town bitches ain't

The next step is for them to mute ya
It’s bout to get ugly out here. I’m talkin about Medusa
Stony cold hearts when you looking em in the pupils
Spiritual